• All people have dreams.  Some delightful, some distasteful, other just bland and dreamless.  Children have wonderful dreams.  Teenagers have deviant and warped dreams.  Adults usually lose their ability to dream, after reality is thrust upon them.  Tragic it is, to loose the ability to dream.
                Although, have you ever wondered where they come from?  These fantasies, these dark visions, these night beauties, did you ever wonder?  Well, scientists would adore you to believe it’s a brain’s cycle.  But they are wrong.  Oh yes, they are dearly mistaken.  It is because only one mind had the ambition and courage to deny their science and prove that a different world created all dreams.
                A long time ago, in the years when the Technology age came into being, a child was born.  Her name was Dreamer.  As she was growing up, she had vivid dreams and a marvelous imagination that opened many doors for her.  In her eyes, her entire world was all a dreamland.
                Although her parents loved her creative nature, they were afraid reality would crush her and her dreams.  They made a difficult decision.  They decided to move Dreamer to an isolated place, where her dreams and fantasies were allowed to grow.  They moved to an old house abandoned in the forest land and fixed it right up.
                As the years progressed, Dreamer grew older and her fantasies more extravagant, yet still childish.  But it was one dream that made her the determined spirit she is.  One dream that filled her ambition to explore.  A single dream that exiled all dreams from her mind.
                It was one night in the old jade colored house, a storm brewing outside.  Dreamer was seated beside the large window, dreaming about a griffin with a bowl of soup and an octopus and Chinese dog eating at a café.  She giggled at it.  “Dreamer, what are you dreaming about today?” her mother asked from the kitchen doorway.
                “Oh just about a griffin and octopus and dog,” she said, smiling so innocently.  Her mother gave a chuckle.
                “You have quite an imagination my dear.”  Dreamer nodded in agreement then ran up and hugged her mother about the waist.  She was almost as tall as her mother now, her hair the same dirty blonde color.  Her eyes were her fathers though, a strange golden color.  She was beautiful all the same.
                “But as wonderful as your imagination is it can not defy time, as in bed time,” her mother laughed.
                “Yippee!  It’s bed time!” Dreamer hollered joyfully, racing up the stairs to her attic room.  He mother gave out another chuckle at her daughter’s actions and walked quietly back into the kitchen.
                Dreamer quickly threw on her pajamas and hopped into her warm bed, throwing the sheets over her head.  “Knock, knock, anybody there?” called her father’s voice.  She peeked from under the bedding and giggled.
                “Nope, just a fairy from the Mushroom Kingdom,” she giggled.  Her father laughed and pulled the covers over her head.  He sat on the edge of the bed smiling at his daughter, thinking of how much she’s grown, how lovely she’s become.
                “Goodnight dear,” he whispered, gingerly kissing her forehead.
                “Sweet dreams father,” she whispered back to him as he left the room.  Dreamer wrapped herself up in her bed sheets and soon drifted off in her marvelous night beauties.
     
     
                Now, in this dream, she saw something quite unusual, but it fascinated her to a high degree.  She was aboard a flying a ship, one with made of dark wood and high masts.  She was soaring through the skies right above the clouds.  It was beautiful, almost like a painting in a museum.
                But suddenly, the clouds started to fade out of the picture.  Behind the foggy clouds was the most astonishing thing she had ever seen.  It was world where all of her dreams had come together and lived.  Her dreams of pirates and airplanes, her dreams of mermaids and krakens, even her dreams of dancing sheep and slumbering lions.  It was all there, in a world of dreams where the sky was bluest of blues and the grass was greener than the greenest grass on Earth.  Oh yes, it was quite a sight to behold.  Alas, it was only a dream.  However, when Dreamer awoke the next morning, she immediately began planning to find this world.
                She practically flew down the stairs the next morning, racing into the kitchen, out the backdoor and into their garage.  Her parents swiftly darted into the garage, both out of breath, and spotted Dreamer on the concrete floor with one of her father’s blueprints and his designing pen tucked behind her ear.  “Dreamer, what is going on?” her mother asked franticly.
                Young Dreamer only smiled at her at her parents.  “I’m planning to go to Dream Terra,” she replied.  Her mother and father exchanged worried glances.  Dream Terra?  Such a place did not exist.  But Dreamer believed it did.  And from then on, she would do anything to find it.
                The next two years were spent in the garage with her cat, Lebanon.  She scrapped bits and pieces of metals and wood from the junkyard just beyond the river.  She was never allowed past the river, but it was the one rule she disobeyed.  She was a curious soul after-all.  But she spent most of her time conducting experiments and building the most eccentric contraption the world had ever seen.
                Finally, on July 12th, 2035, it was finished.  It wasn’t very big; maybe the size of two medium sized cars, but it was sturdy and strangely light.  It was crafted of broken boards and light metals and about eight old fashion ceiling fans that she had fixed up and rigged to help lift the contraption off the ground.  Yet, it looked so beautiful.  It was a ship, like the one in her dream with sails and a mast.  It ran on wind and old fashion car batteries so the fans could lift it up the ship.
                “C’mon, no peeking!” cried Dreamer happily, carefully guiding her parents into the garage.  As their feet hit the concrete floor, both could hear the clicking of Dreamer’s shoes.  “Alright, open your eyes.”  Both her mother and father opened their eyes to their daughter’s creation.  They were amazed, but perplexed at the same time.
                “Is this what you’ve been working on the past two years?” Dreamer’s father asked.  She nodded her head, beaming brightly.  Her mother was speechless.  Her father, on the other hand, studied the ship’s build and machinery.  After three walk around of the contraption, he smiled and nodded.  “Beautifully made my daughter,” he declared.
                When dinner came around, Dreamer had already discussed about leaving to find the Dream Terra.  Her father was supportive of the idea, but her mother did not agree.  She said ‘your too young,’ and ‘it’s dangerous.’  Her mother forbade her to leave in the ship and locked it up in the garage.  Dreamer was gravely disappointed after that.
     
     
     
                A short time passed by and Dreamer grew to become depressed and less and less dreams filled her mind.  Her parent’s fears had come true after all.  Dreamer was loosing her dreams, them being crushed by something she thought to be less worse than reality, her mother.  Dreamer no longer created new stories and no longer spoke to either of her parents, instead keeping what little dreams she had to her companion, Lebanon.
                Two months have passed by and the once joyful house was silent.  Dreamer sat by the window, as she did most often now a day, and stroked Lebanon’s fur.  Her father watched her from the kitchen doorway and sighed deeply.  He hated seeing his lovely daughter being depressed.  He absolutely despised it.  He had done everything in his power to cheer her up, but nothing had worked.
                He slowly walked over to his drooping daughter and laid a hand on her shoulder.  “Dreamer, I know I can’t do anything to cheer you up, but if it makes you feel any better, if I could decide, I’d let you go find the Dream Terra.  I believe in you.”  The fourteen-year-old girl looked up at her father, a sudden spark lighting her eyes once again.  Her father smiled.  “Your mother isn’t home right now, and won’t be for quite some time.”
                Dreamer darted to the garage and grabbed the keys from the high hook, Lebanon and her father racing after her.  Her spirit was fueled once more with a passion for her dream.  She and her father moved the ship to the field just out back.  From there on, Dreamer set up the rest, getting the fans started and testing the wind and weight, making sure everything was just right.
                “Here you go my daughter,” said her father, handing her the suitcase that had been packed for two months.  Dreamer beamed once again and embraced her father.
                “Thank you father.  I won’t let you down,” she whispered, her voice still as angelic as ever.  Her father kissed her forehead, as he did every night, and wished her the best of luck.  She nodded and hopped into machine.  As she started up fans, she shouted to her father, “Tell mother not to worry!”  And with that, she took off into the sunset.